"Do you want to use a wooden knife or a real sword?" is a guest from afar, but Nagasuka Saburo still shows the bearing of the master's family.

"Use a real sword, the wooden knife is too light." He thought for a moment.

Liu Zheng has always used a real sword and a heavy stick, and it is possible that he may not have mastered the sense of proportion and hurt people when he suddenly uses a wooden knife, after all, with his current strength, flying leaves and picking flowers is a bit exaggerated, and it is a good thing to try if he is wet into a stick.

Hearing that he was going to use a real sword, there was a commotion in the gym, and now kendo is developing more and more in the direction of sports, even Gu Liu, who pays attention to actual combat, does not often use real sword competitions.

Especially Nagasuka Saburo, who is the owner of the pavilion, has not been serious in front of everyone for a long time, which makes them very much looking forward to it.

"Okay." Saburo Nagasuka had two katanas fetched.

There are no inscriptions on the blade, and the shape is not exquisite, so it should be made in batches.

But it's normal, although this kind of long-established dojo should have a famous sword, but it can't be taken out for use, unless the hall owner is a brain-dead.

Saburo Nagasuka is certainly not brain-dead, he is not only smart, but also does not compromise means.

Liu Zheng had just put on the protective gear, and Nagasuka Saburo suddenly screamed, his voice hoarse and sharp, like a wolf howling.

"Shengda", which is a very common move in Japanese martial arts, is also one of the origins of the fight in Japanese film and television works.

Some martial artists who are born with a loud voice and later training can even crack the opponent's eardrum with a close-range "sound hit".

Rao is Liu Zheng is well-informed, and he was also startled by Nagasuka Saburo's sudden shouting, and was slightly stunned.

"Good chance!" Saburo Nagatsuka waited for this moment of stunnedness.

He stomped his right foot violently, the floor was shaken, and with the power of the countershock, the real knife in his hand stabbed forward, which was the "Northern Goose Flash" of Ming Xinliu swordsmanship.

The key parts of the protective gear are equipped with steel plates, but there is no need to worry about being fatal, so this stab Nagasuka Saburo used all his strength, as long as the stab is a win.

Of course, Liu Zheng wouldn't just get hit like that, even if he only used the same level of strength, his extraordinary nervous reaction still allowed him to block the thrust in time.

He then stepped forward and slashed forward in the direction of the block, targeting his opponent's face.

Nagasuka Saburo was already prepared for defeat before the raid, and when he saw Liu Zheng counterattacking with a twist of his wrist, he opened Liu Zheng's knife with a knife surface, and then jumped out of the attack range with a small jump.

"This block is beautiful." He gave him a thumbs up.

There is no problem with blocking with the back of the knife or the blade, but he really doesn't have the awareness to block with the face of the knife, and this compliment is sincere.

"Your Excellency just doesn't have a special practice, and with your strength, this is just a small skill of carving insects." Hearing Liu Zheng's sincerity, Nagatsuka Saburo also praised back expressionlessly.

Blowing a wave of rainbow farts to each other, the exchange continued.

Nagatsuka Saburo's feet rubbed on the ground a few times, and the blade of the knife slammed into Liu Zheng's armpit from the bottom up.

This time, he didn't use the blade to block again, but his shoulders sank, and his wrist suddenly grew a lot, and he grabbed the handle of Nagasuka Saburo at once.

Saburo Nagatsuka tried to break free, but felt like the katana was embedded in solidified molten iron.

He still wanted to change his moves, but as soon as his body moved, there was a feeling of being pushed by a hard object from his waist.

"Agreed, Nagatsuka Pavilion Master." Liu Zheng withdrew his katana and arched his hand.

"You won." Nagatsuka Saburo bowed and said indifferently.

"I win by strength, and your swordsmanship is above me." He told the truth.

"The actual battle is only about victory and defeat, and it will not be sent far away." Saburo Nagatsuka issued an eviction order.

Putting the katana on the ground, ignoring the apprentices who were glaring at him, Liu Zheng and Fujiwara walked out of the Mingxinliu Dojo.

"Your speed and control are truly breathtaking." Fujibara exclaimed.

The insider's view of the doorway shows that the last moment is not actually a stab, but a slash, but the amplitude is too small and the speed is too fast to look like a thorn.

The tip of the knife against Nagasuka Saburo's waist was not pierced, but put up, and the force was so light that even the lightest silk could not be cut back.

This extremely fast and extremely light force requires monster-like body control.

He smiled, not much smug.

Jin Dan is round, his body and mind are connected, and with the unimaginable actual combat experience of ordinary people, it is strange that he can't do this kind of control.

In the next few days, they went to eight more dojos to challenge.

Needless to say, it didn't take much effort.

After challenging the ninth dojo, Fujiwara did not take him to the tenth dojo immediately, but asked him to wait a few days.

Anyway, there was only one last one left, and Liu Zheng was not in a hurry, but accompanied by Fujiwara Apricot, he had a good walk in Tokyo.

He visited famous attractions such as the Sky Tree, Sensoji Temple, Meiji Jingu Shrine, and Akihabara.

Fujiwara also asked him if he wanted to go to Kabukicho, and although Japanese custom shops generally don't accept foreigners, she could say hello to the gangs involved.

In Japan, these semi-gray industries are managed by yakuza gangs, and for an established family like the Fujiwara family, it is their honor to let the yakuza do something.

Liu Zheng was a little curious, but still refused.

Once when he was a young man on the street, these were very attractive to him.

But now that he has power and wealth that he couldn't imagine before, he's not so interested in it, or at least rejects simply venting.

If he wanted to, whether in the Pande world or in the Messican Empire, he could have tens of thousands of virgin nudes lined up for him to choose, but that didn't make sense.

The level of life has been promoted, so we can't stay in the low-level desires.

Seeing that Liu Zheng was really not interested, Fujiwara Xing didn't persuade again, she herself actually didn't like those things, but Japanese customs were like this, and she was powerless to resist.

In Japan, if the husband is simply cheating on him, the wife will not be very angry, and sometimes even take the initiative to ask her husband to invite a colleague or boss out for socializing.

He used to think that it was because the Japanese had a unique mind, but after learning about the allusions to drinking flower wine in ancient China, he understood that this had nothing to do with the national character, and it was just a lack of a women's liberation movement.

It is only through full participation in social production that one can become a real human being, with a personality equal to that of any human being, male or female.

Since Liu Zheng doesn't go to the custom shop, Fujihara Xing takes him to a street for supper.

Needless to say, his appetite is not small, Fujiwara Xing has been practicing martial arts, and his appetite is not small, and he has eaten almost the entire street.

Fujiwara Apricot touched her round belly, and a rare look of distress appeared on her delicate face.

"What can I do? I'm afraid I can't consume the calories I consume today with 10,000 swings of the sword. She grumbled with a small frown.

"I've got a way to get you to spit it out." Liu Zheng proposed.

"That's not going to work, it's the first time I've eaten so happily outside." Fujiwara immediately refused.

"Mr. Liu, you don't understand a girl's heart too much, at this time, you should say no, a cute girl like Miss Youxing won't get fat." She gave him another blank look.

"A girl who uses a sword to lose weight by swinging a sword 10,000 times is more powerful and domineering than cute." Liu Zheng discovered a blind spot.

"Hmph, be careful that I use you as a sword dummy." Fujiwara threatened with a puffed cheek.

He laughed and walked to the next food stall.

And Fujihara Xing looked at Liu Zheng's back and was a little stunned.

She is not a cute girl, she has been the strongest among her peers since she was a child, whether it is studying or martial arts.

Because she wasn't raised as a little girl.

There are no male descendants of the Fujiwara family, and Fujiwara Apricot became the intended heir.

Because of the improvement of the status of women in Japan, coupled with the general waste of Heisei men, Fujiwara Mitsushi did not plan to find a shrewd and capable son-in-law, but planned to directly train her to be the head of the family who did not let the eyebrows.

And Fujiwara Apricot's performance did not disappoint Fujiwara Mishi, and a slightly soft personality is not a disadvantage in this conservative era, as long as you keep the family business and then train the next heir well.

Because of this, she has never been spoiled even to her father.

But just now, she actually used such an intimate and coquettish tone to a stranger who had only known her for a few days, it was like flirting.

No, it's not, Fujiwara shook her head.

It's not so much coquettishness as complete relaxation.

That strong and peaceful temperament made her feel that she was being protected without worrying about what her purpose would be, so she unconsciously let down her guard.

"Let's wait until after tomorrow." Fujiwara's heart rippled, but she forcibly pressed it down.

The next day, Fujiwara Apricot drove to pick up Liu Zheng again, and this time they drove all the way out of Tokyo City to a mountain forest.

Between the lush trees, a waterfall cascades down into a pool of water, splashing countless waves.

Next to the waterhole is a small wooden house, which looks very new, and should have been built in the past two years.

Father, Liu Jun has arrived. Arian Fujita shouted into the room.

Soon, a man came out of the wooden house, with short hair and a thin face, wearing a gorgeous kimono.

"Hello, Your Excellency Liu Zheng, I am Fujita Mitsushi, the head of the Fujita family." The short-haired middle-aged man nodded.

"Hello, it's an honor to meet you, Mr. Fujita." Liu Zheng also nodded.

"I learned about you from my little girl and took the liberty of arranging your trip, I hope you don't mind." Mitsushi Fujita said.

"Of course not, you've helped me a lot." He had already guessed.

"I take the liberty of inviting you here, because I have a reluctant request." Fujita Miishi's tone seemed to be discussing, but there was a bit of momentum that could not be shirked.

"Speak, please." Liu Zheng didn't care about Fujita Mishi's tone, anyway, what he didn't want to do, no one could force him.

"My friend His Excellency Liu Yin heard about you and hopes to fight with you, but he wants to be both superior and life-or-death." Fujita Mitsushi's tone is not high, but heavy as stone.

"Can I say no?" He raised his eyelids.